Amsterdam

Home about 10.30am, so an exhausting 24 hours. I just about managed to unpack my bags, but spent most of the day in bed or under a blanket.

A night on a plane plus a 20° drop in temperature was a big shock to my system.

I got a real coffee at Amsterdam Airport. It tasted weird after 3 weeks of Nescafe (sugared up to make it taste less grim). It got Blipped.

The kiosk operative thought I was weird. First, gazing at all the European food on offer and drooling a bit. Then getting flustered trying to make sure I only used my right hand to give her cash & take the food, and then remembering halfway through I can use both hands again.